We would have to find someone from lagos if it's English you want. Lagos people are expensive. Is it English?" "I don't know. But I can show you." I thrust my hand under my tattered dashiki and pulled out my storybook from the waistband of my knickers.
"Ah, you've been hiding a book!" Bala reached for the book. Abdu said, "Are we going to stand here and mope all day? The others have started work. when are we going to start our own work?" Bala took my arm. "He is right. Let's go our special place." The seven of us trotted off, leaving the other almajiris to their begging.